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But just now, in her forty-seventh year, Miss Lucinda had come to grief, and all on account of Israel and his attempts to please her. About six months before this census-taking era, the old man had stepped into Miss Manners’s kitchen with an unusual radiance on his wrinkles and in his eyes, and began without his usual morning greeting,

“I ‘ve got so’thin’ for you naow, Miss Lucindy. You’re a master-hand for pets, but I ‘ll bet a red cent you ha’n’t an idee what I ‘ve got for
ye naow!”

“I ‘m sure I can’t tell, Israel,” said she; “you’ll have to let me see it.”

“Well,” said he, lifting up his coat and looking carefully behind him as he sat down on the settle, lest a stray kitten or chicken should preoccupy the bench, “you see I was down to Orrin’s abaout a week back, and he hed a litter o’ pigs,—eleven on ’em. Well, he couldn’t raise the hull on ’em,—’t a’n’t good to raise more ‘n nine,—an’ so he said, ef I’d ‘a’ had a place o’ my own, I could ‘a’ had one on ’em, but, as ‘t was, he guessed he ‘d hev to send one to market for a roaster. I went daown to the barn to see ’em, an’ there was one, the cutest little critter I ever sot eyes on, and I’ve seen more ‘n four pigs in my day,—’t was a little black-spotted one, as spry as an ant, and the dreffullest knowin’ look out of its eyes! I fellowshipped it right off, and I said, says I, ‘Orrin, ef you’ll let me hev that ‘ere little spotted feller, I ‘ll git a place for him, for I do take to him consarnedly.’ So he said I could, and I fetched him hum, and Miss Slater and me we kinder fed him up for a few days back, till he got sorter wonted, and I ‘m a-goin’ to fetch him to you.”

“But, Israel, I haven’t any place to put him in.”

“Well, that a’n’t nothin’ to hender. I’ll jest fetch out them old boards out of the wood-shed, and knock up a little sty right off, daown by the end o’ the shed, and you ken keep your swill that I ‘ve hed before, and it’ll come handy.”

“But pigs are so dirty!”

“I don’t know as they be; they ha’n’t no great conveniences for washin’ ginerally; but I never heerd as they was dirtier ‘n other critters, where they run wild. An’ beside, that a’n’t goin’ to hender, nuther; I calculate to make it one o’ the chores to take keer of him; ‘t won’t cost no more to you; and I ha’n’t no great opportunities to do things for folks that’s allers a-doin’ for me; so’t you needn’t be afeard, Miss Lucindy: I love to.”

Miss Lucinda’s heart got the better of her judgment. A nature that could feel so tenderly for its inferiors in the scale could not be deaf to the tiny voices of humanity, when they reached her solitude; and she thanked Israel for the pig so heartily that the old man’s face brightened still more, and his voice softened from its cracked harshness, as he said, clicking up and down the latch of the back-door,—

“Well, I ‘m sure you ‘re as welcome as you are obleeged, and I’ll knock up that ‘ere pen right off; he sha’n’t pester ye any,—that’s a fact.”

Strange to say,—yet perhaps it might have been expected from her proclivities,—Miss Lucinda took an astonishing fancy to the pig. Very few people know how intelligent an animal a pig is; but when one is regarded merely as pork and hams, one’s intellect is apt to fall into neglect: a moral sentiment which applies out of Pigdom. This creature would not have passed muster at a county fair; no Suffolk blood compacted and rounded him; he belonged to the “racers,” and skipped about his pen with the alacrity of a large flea, wiggling his curly tail as expressively as a dog’s, and “all but speakin’,” as Israel said. He was always glad to see Miss Lucinda, and established a firm friendship with her dog Fun, a pretty, sentimental, German spaniel. Besides, he kept tolerably clean by dint of Israel’s care, and thrust his long nose between the rails of his pen for grass, or fruit, or carrot- and beet-tops, with a knowing look out of his deep-set eyes that was never to be resisted by the soft-hearted spinster. Indeed, Miss Lucinda enjoyed the possession of one pet who could not tyrannize over her. Pink’s place was more than filled by Fun, who was so oppressively affectionate that he never could leave his mistress alone. If she lay down on her bed, he leaped up and unlatched the door, and stretched himself on the white counterpane beside her with a grunt of satisfaction; if she sat down to knit or sew, he laid his head and shoulders across her lap, or curled himself up on her knees; if she was cooking, he whined and coaxed round her till she hardly knew whether she fried or broiled her steak; and if she turned him out and buttoned the door, his cries were so pitiful she could never be resolute enough to keep him in exile five minutes,—for it was a prominent article in her creed, that animals have feelings that are easily wounded, and are of “like passions” with men, only incapable of expression. Indeed, Miss Lucinda considered it the duty of human beings to atone to animals for the Lord’s injustice in making them dumb and four-legged. She would have been rather startled at such an enunciation of her practice, but she was devoted to it as a practice: she would give her own chair to the cat and sit on the settle herself; get up at midnight, if a mew or a bark called her, though the thermometer was below zero; the tenderloin of her steak or the liver of her chicken was saved for a pining kitten or an ancient and toothless cat; and no disease or wound daunted her faithful nursing, or disgusted her devoted tenderness. It was rather hard on humanity, and rather reversive of Providence, that all this care and pains should be lavished on cats and dogs, while little morsels of flesh and blood, ragged, hungry, and immortal, wandered up and down the streets. Perhaps that they were immortal was their defence from Miss Lucinda; one might have hoped that her “other-worldliness” accepted that fact as enough to outweigh present pangs, if she had not openly declared, to Israel Slater’s immense amusement and astonishment, that she believed creatures had souls,—little ones perhaps, but souls after all, and she did expect to see Pink again some time or other.